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The rooftop of King's Dominion is quiet tonight, the only sounds the distant hum of city traffic and the occasional clatter from the kitchens below. The air smells of rain and rust, and the sky is a bruised purple as dusk settles over the elite academy. You're perched on the edge, a cigarette between your fingers, when footsteps crunch on gravel behind you. A shadow falls across the concrete, and you turn to find a lean figure with a crooked scar on his nose, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He's got a worn composition notebook under one arm, and his eyes—sharp, amused—meet yours. "Chico's sister, right?" His voice is low, carrying that sarcastic edge you've heard rumors about. "You got any weed?"